Plymouth Morgan was blue. He was painted blue from head to toe. Literally, head to toe, as he'd painted his toenails blue and dyed his hair blue. He was a festive boy.

The only bit of gold on his body was a single word painted onto his stomach:



CELLBELL



He come equipped with a large net, in hopes that if she fell, maybe, she'd... just happen to fall over the stands and Plymouth could catch her. He'd flown with Celandine Toussaint before: she was crazy! And they gave her a bat??


"WHEN I SAY WILL - YOU SAY LOW. WILL - ...." Plymouth started a chant. Their Captain? Willow Kovac? FIERCE. Fierce. And crazy. And kind of pretty... Plymouth titled his head to consider this, but ... AHH the score was close! Plymouth prided himself on being in the WINNER HOUSE!!

So he'd TOTALLY missed the first session so he mentally smacked himself for that. IT WAS DISGRACEFUL FOR A GUY LIKE HIM TO MISS QUIDDITCH. Cam ran up to the stands and watched the game. Wait wait wait Cela was playing?! He didn't even know the girl could play but eh, she was gurrrrrd! Which team was he rooting for? Mmm he DIDN'T know 'cause he had friends from both sides of the teams. So he would merely root for both teams, though he secretly wished for the Ravvies to win... but he wanted the Huffies to win toooooo!

So for one, he didn't like the Ravvies winning BOTH the Quidditch Cup AND the House Cup--that was like, WRONNGGG. But there was Willow on that teaaaam. WILLOW WOULD CRY IF SHE DIDN'T GET ENOUGH OF THE SPORT, WOULDN'T SHE?? Oh he still pitied the girl, so eh.

"WOOOOT GO WILLOW&CELAAAAAA!!!"

"COME ON, BADGERS!" Yelled the fourth year who was almost unrecognisable under the full yellow face paint with the thick black stripe running right down the middle of his visage. The Quidditch mad fourteen year old started chanting at the top of his lungs, trying to ensure his voice was heard over the other students as well as the strong winds, "HUFF AND PUFF AND BLOW 'EM AWAY, BADGERS!"

Blue.

He was all blue.

Even his hair was blue. His skin was blue. Everything was blue. Issy would wager that even hisunderwear was blue. Not that she was thinking about that. Staring, her eyes turned to Plymouth and just gaped. He looked like a smurf. A big, giant, naked smurf.

That was House Spirit there.

"Looking... ahh.... interesting there, Plymouth," Issy blinked.

Ooooh he was cheering for Willow, yaaaay!

"GO WILLOOOOOOWWWWW!" Issy called out again. "Come on Ravenclaw, win that Cup!"

And then!

Oh!

Gold! Issy stood on her toes and her eyes quickly seeked out Daphne.

Come on Daphne... get the Snitch get the Snitch get iiiiiiiiiiiittttt.

Ricco hadnt been to a match all term so he made sure that he could attend this one. Watching all of the puffs out there on their brooms he really saw what he was missing because of his bad behaviour, but that didnt matter, he was going back to america soon. "GO GET EM PUFFS" He screamed at the top of his voice as he gazed up at the array of brooms flying arothe stadium.

"LOW!" Copernicus responded obediently at the top of his lungs before turning to see who was giving him bossy cheers to perform.

Oh. Plymouth. PLYMOUTH WAS BLUE.

Should Cope have painted himself blue? No. No, definitely not. He hadn't even known Cela was planning to play.

Why hadn't she told him?

"RA-RA-RAVENCLAW!" Sigh.

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Originally Posted by Nabs

"COME ON, BADGERS!" Yelled the fourth year who was almost unrecognisable under the full yellow face paint with the thick black stripe running right down the middle of his visage. The Quidditch mad fourteen year old started chanting at the top of his lungs, trying to ensure his voice was heard over the other students as well as the strong winds, "HUFF AND PUFF AND BLOW 'EM AWAY, BADGERS!"

"But softly!" Plymouth added to the Mr. Crocker's yell. "DON'T BLOW CELA TOO HARD OR I MIGHT DEVELOP A HERNIA." Actually, "JUST HUFF AND PUFF AT WILLOW!! I dare you, Puffies!" Cause Willow Kovac? She ate Hufflepuffs for breakfast with sugar on them.

"Hehe." Plymouth BEAMED at Garret Crocker and then did a one man wave.

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[B]Blue.

He was all blue.

Even his hair was blue. His skin was blue. Everything was blue. Issy would wager that even hisunderwear was blue. Not that she was thinking about that. Staring, her eyes turned to Plymouth and just gaped. He looked like a smurf. A big, giant, naked smurf.

That was House Spirit there.

"Looking... ahh.... interesting there, Plymouth," Issy blinked.

Ooooh he was cheering for Willow, yaaaay!

"GO WILLOOOOOOWWWWW!" Issy called out again. "Come on Ravenclaw, win that Cup!"

"Ohh. Me? Yep. Yep yep. Always... interesting. HEHE. "DAPHNE DAPHNE DAPHNE DAPHNEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!" Plymouth JUMPED up and down like a maniac. Daphne... hehe... he LIKED Daphne's.

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"LOW!" Copernicus responded obediently at the top of his lungs before turning to see who was giving him bossy cheers to perform.

Oh. Plymouth. PLYMOUTH WAS BLUE.

'WHEN... I say...," Plymouth mentally through the teams list... "JACK. ... YOU SAY JONES!!!"

Hehe.

"JAAACK!!!"

Ok now Plymouth was distracting her. He was completely blue. She smirked and shook her head as she spotted Jake grabbing the snitch. She jumped up and down. "GO JAKE!!!" She screamed. The badgers were up with 2 snitch grabs. She didn't care it wasn't Slytherin up there she just wanted the Quidditch regime that was Ravenclaw to end.

"JONES!" Copernicus was very good at following directions. He shifted down the bench to stand by Plymouth, giving him a shifty look from the corner of his eye. "Make me blue too."

"You want to cry some more?" Plymouth smirked at his witty word play. "Hehe. Kidding. Okay. Blue. I used ... paint. That I made." Plymouth was way into making things. BUT, he'd brought his little can of paint with him. You know, for touch ups and stuff. Plymouth dug it out of his pocket and tossed the can to Perni. "LATHER UP BIG BROTHER."



"... and make it quick, man. RAVENCLAW NEEDS US." Oh man, oh man, oh man, oh man.



"WHEN I SAY RAVEN YOU SAY CLAWWWWWWWW!!!" AHHHHH! Plymouth was jumping up and down again, breathing hard.

Copernicus did a slap-dash job of painting himself blue from the waist up, but at least he was BLUE. The spots around his ears and hair line were spotty, and his nose streaked, but he was BLUE.

"COME ON, EAGLES. YOU HAVE WINGS!!" He set the paint and his discarded t-shirt on the bench and started to holler too.

Garret was momentarily distracted from the action on the pitch at the sight of the extremely proper Copernicus Kettleburn not only stripping off his shirt, but then proceeding to cover himself in blue paint. He burst out laughing, waving manically at Ply and Perni to show his support of their house spirit.

He started chanting again, trying to get the Hufflepuffs around him to join in, "BADGER BADGER BADGER BADGER BADGER BADGER BADGER BADGER MUSHROOOOM MUSHROOOOOM!"

A moment later, Cope was clinging to Plymouth's arm and shaking the teeth out of the poor boy. Celandine was spiraling... crazy-like... bleeding, probably. "How far does that net reach, PLYMOUTH?"

Do. Not. Panic. Cope pulled out his wand and pointed it at Celandine. He was going to catch her. He promised to always catch her.

Garret watched their Seeker close in on the Snitch, and he started squealing and jumping up and down and grabbing the hat of the witch in front of him in his excitement. However, as his eyes followed the Seeker's progress (just as he was about to close his hand around the elusive Golden Snitch), he spotted Cela careening out of control.

He dropped the random witch's hat and hurtled to the front of the stands, "OY! SOMEONE GET CELA!!!"

Plymouth was WIDE EYED AND ... perfectly still. Time was FROZEN as Cela SPIRALED. He'd seen her spiral before, but she'd done it on PURPOSE then... .Maybe..?


BUT THERE WAS BLOOD? You know what? YOU KNOW WHAT HUFFLEPUFFS? PLYMOUTH MORGAN IS COMING AFTER YOU.


Which was saying something.


Plymouth held up his side of the net. "CELL BELL. AIM FOR PLYMMY!!! Crocker!! Grab a corner, man!"

Garret grabbed hold of a corner of the net Plymouth had so thoughtfully brought along. Good thing Cela had a lot of Ravenclaw friends because they tended to think ahead in case things like this happened, "We've gotcha, Cela!" he shouted over the wind and the cheering and the wilderness of the Hogwarts Quidditch fanatics, "SPIRAL THIS WAAAAY!"

As if she could control her direction.

But then again, Garret was the Hufflepuff friend. He was allowed to make stupid mistakes like this.

Cope grabbed the other corner, his wand still out. "CEL! AIM FOR THE NET. Cushioning charm!!" He glanced at Plymouth for permission before casting the charm on the net and stepping out to pull it taut. Maybe Vindictus would catch her first. EEK.

Jack had been completely oblivious to everything happening in the stands, his attention was only on the game in front of him. As soon as Jake caught the snitch, he leapt off his seat, waving his Hufflepuff flag a mile a minute. "YAYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY BADGERSSSSSSSSSSSS!" he cried, jumping up and down with delight.

But then--Cela was flying out of control! EEEP! He watched as one of the few Ravvie players he was actually familar with dangerously whirled through the skies--at least that group of guys nearby were assuring her they'd catch her!

Whoa. Double take. Two of them were BLUE.

Garret heard the whistle signalling the end of the match, and the announcement that Hufflepuff - HIS HOUSE - had won the Quidditch Cup, and he almost dropped the corner of the net that he was holding on to. However, Perni's exclamation brought his attention back from the Huffie Seeker who was now in the stands, and back to the matter at hand:

Getting Cela safely into the net!

He had a flash of brain activity and quickly drew his wand out while still trying to maintain a strong hold on the net, "ACCIO CELA!"

Admittedly, his brain was probably unused to quick thinking... and it was a half baked thought.

Hufflepuff had won! Paris was jumping up and down and screaming!!

Finally someone had broken the evil spell Ravenclaw had cast over the Quidditch pitch. Willow's deal with Satan must have expired! They were all free now and once again the Quidditch gods could share the wealth and let another house win the Cup, even if it weren't Slytheirn...this year.

She screamed till she felt herself going horse. "Go Jake!!!" She was so happy. She wanted to go hug Kaika.

...and suddenly, the crowd was loud---really, really loud. Loud as in...someone probably just caught the snitch and won the game loud. Anna jumped to her feet, but it was no use. She was only 5'2" and pretty much the size of an underclassmen. Thinking fast, she jumped up and landed piggyback style on Jack's back.

"Oh! Oh! Hufflepuff won! Yay, Hufflepuff!" she called out. She'd been pretty much cheering for Huffleclaw, but seeing that Hufflepuff just won...."Yay, Hufflepuff! Way to go, Jake!" She jumped down off Jack's back and patted him gently. "Sorry about that, Capt'n Jack! ...Mate!" She giggled then started cheering loudly once again. "Good game, Ravenclaw!! Yay, Cela!!"

Seeing that the game was now over, though, she probably should head back to the castle. She had work to do...NEWTs. "See ya later, peeps!" she said, waving at her friends before descending the stands and heading back to the Common Room. That'd been a fun game, for sure. She'd have loved to have been able to play in it, but there'd always be some other game...somewhere...at some point.

Plymouth tossed the net to the side. She'd... well, she'd probably meant to hit the net, but flying was hard. Plymouth knew. "Can.." Plymouth threw a look at Copernicus. Ugh. "Here." Plymouth dug his paint can back out. There wasn't MUCH left, but enough for little Cela probably.

"Give her this from me. I know she'll probalby think black eyes look cool, but maybe it'll cheer her up."

Now that it seemed Cela was being taken care of and the rest of the Hufflepuffs had gone on to celebrate the Quidditch Cup win... Garret remembered that he had something to say to Plymouth Morgan.

He sneaked a glance at the older boy.

Damn... forgot how big he is.

Garret decided then and there to simply talk to Daphne about things. And make it clear that should Plymouth ever make her cry like he had made Cela cry, then well... he'd... get Jake Upstead to deal with the bigger boy.

"Hmmm." he grunted as a farewell to Plymouth, unsure of whether he even wanted to talk to the guy now that he was probably using that same mouth to kiss Daphne. Once again, the inexplicable twisting in his bowels occurred, but he attributed it to the excitement from the match this time.

"You come too." Copernicus took the jar and then handed it back. "You know she'd like to see you. And the paint was YOUR idea and she'll know it. And you can cheer her up. Why would I go without you?" Cope didn't want to be in a little insular world with Cela where Plymouth wasn't allowed. It was nice to have alone time, but other people DID exist.

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"You come too." Copernicus took the jar and then handed it back. "You know she'd like to see you. And the paint was YOUR idea and she'll know it. And you can cheer her up. Why would I go without you?" Cope didn't want to be in a little insular world with Cela where Plymouth wasn't allowed. It was nice to have alone time, but other people DID exist.

"Because, Cope. Because." Because when they got there and Plymmy would want to HUG and love and otherwise baby Cela - there would be Copernicus, who probably had more right than Plymouth now. It would just be weird and Plymouth wasn't into making things weird for Cela. He loved Celandine Toussaint as much as his wee baby heart could and making her UPSET and/or cry was nothing something Plymouth wanted to ever do again ever. Especially not when she'd just bit the ground after an elbow to the face. "I'll go cheer the rest of the team up. Think Willow Kovak needs a hug?" PROBABLY DID.

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Originally Posted by Nabs

Now that it seemed Cela was being taken care of and the rest of the Hufflepuffs had gone on to celebrate the Quidditch Cup win... Garret remembered that he had something to say to Plymouth Morgan.

He sneaked a glance at the older boy.

Damn... forgot how big he is.

Garret decided then and there to simply talk to Daphne about things. And make it clear that should Plymouth ever make her cry like he had made Cela cry, then well... he'd... get Jake Upstead to deal with the bigger boy.

"Hmmm." he grunted as a farewell to Plymouth, unsure of whether he even wanted to talk to the guy now that he was probably using that same mouth to kiss Daphne. Once again, the inexplicable twisting in his bowels occurred, but he attributed it to the excitement from the match this time.

Plymouth reached over put a hand on Crocker's shoulder. "Take this one. CellBell's Metal Mouth. Congrats on the win, Puff." Or maybe Crocker would be interested in helping Plymouth find the kid that had ... elbowed Cela in the face? Hmmm.